Allow me to introduce my little boy who died in the first week of January this year. It was sad, but I saw it coming, and he had a long life. Yes, I miss his gentle nature – for the boy was a genuine therapuss. (My word but some cats are very therapeutic).
For the last week or so he hadn’t been eating, so I knew it was sick. Christmas was happening and there wasn’t time to get him to a vet though, but I did what I can. I made sure he was comfortable.
On the morning where he was gone. I couldn’t find him anywhere, then my friend saw him behind the television. I got him out and already saw he was dead.
I held him in my lap and cried for a minute. It’s not that I am heartless but was okay with him going if he needed to.
It was time to decide what to do though. The options were bury him in the garden, or take him to the vets to be cremated. I certainly liked the idea of his cremation.
If we took him to the vets we had the chance of getting a plaque, which was several hundred.
Alternatively, it was 60 pounds for him to be cremated.
I don’t have much money so went for the more affordable. The vets were brilliant. They give me a little box with some of his fur and a paw print on the day. They later sent a letter with their condolences.
It seems to me that this is pet funerals done right. This service was provided by Kingston upon Thames vets.
Beth writes 